Sunday Day of Worship: A Mistress's Ritual

Sunday mornings always carried a special weight. The house was quiet, but the charged air hummed with anticipation. This was the Day of Worship, where my control over my submissive reached its peak. As I slipped out of bed, the morning light filtering through the window, I already knew he was awake and ready, his body likely trembling with both fear and excitement. He had been waiting, kneeling in the playroom, naked, except for the chastity cage I’d locked on him the night before. His mind must have been swirling, no doubt still feeling the sting from the marks I left on his skin during last night's session. I smiled, knowing that today would push him further.

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